Sonnet VII From Fatal Interview
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and
At the tide's edge,
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UE) Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepare
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